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This was written back in 2001.
It was recorded only this once. Maybe we'll revisit this at some point. It's a song for my grandfather who painted signs for a living. He died in 1966 and was buried in an unmarked grave.
It was recorded only this once. Maybe we'll revisit this at some point. It's a song for my grandfather who painted signs for a living. He died in 1966 and was buried in an unmarked grave.
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Lyrics
He laid down in potter's field
A place to rest his eyes
A little known place to hide away
Alone with company
Fewer still seek him out today
Sifting through the pines
He's an unmarked man in all he can
Signs were his trade
Walked all over, walking around
Walked all over in this town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He tells no one bout the place he'd found
We would hide when he'd stop by
We couldn't stand the sight
He'd be stoned once again
And him we would deny
The cops came by to cart him away
Time after time
We would hide when he'd stop by
Soon he stopped stopping
Walked all over, walking around
Walked all over in this town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He never knew about the love he found
Walked all over, walking around
Walked all over in this town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He tells no one bout the place he'd found
He laid down in potter's field
A place to rest his eyes
A little known place to hide away
Alone with company
It's his place always his scene
And he's made some friends
He's an unmarked man in all he can
It's all he knew how to be
Walked all over, walking around
He's walked all over in this town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He tells no one bout the love he'd found
Walked all over, walking around
Walked all over this damn town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He never knew about the love he'd found
A place to rest his eyes
A little known place to hide away
Alone with company
Fewer still seek him out today
Sifting through the pines
He's an unmarked man in all he can
Signs were his trade
Walked all over, walking around
Walked all over in this town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He tells no one bout the place he'd found
We would hide when he'd stop by
We couldn't stand the sight
He'd be stoned once again
And him we would deny
The cops came by to cart him away
Time after time
We would hide when he'd stop by
Soon he stopped stopping
Walked all over, walking around
Walked all over in this town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He never knew about the love he found
Walked all over, walking around
Walked all over in this town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He tells no one bout the place he'd found
He laid down in potter's field
A place to rest his eyes
A little known place to hide away
Alone with company
It's his place always his scene
And he's made some friends
He's an unmarked man in all he can
It's all he knew how to be
Walked all over, walking around
He's walked all over in this town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He tells no one bout the love he'd found
Walked all over, walking around
Walked all over this damn town
Walked all over drifting from sound
He never knew about the love he'd found
mandolinquent
... of man who wrote signs for others lying in an
unmarked grave is unbearable, and such a good topic for
a song. The awfulness of hiding from your
presumably derlict grandad... This is a beautifully written
gut-wrenching song and very well sung too. The guitar is
good, but maybe because of the way you play it on this it
invites a bass part of some kind to create some root notes
for your chords.